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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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Satsuki stared at the remains of the beast for a moment, almost unable to accept that they had finally managed to kill it. Eventually, though, she relaxed, the life or death adrenaline rush leaving her. The ravaged skin over her belly ached, and when she moved sharp pains shot through the area, presumably from the cuts the creature had left there. She had mostly avoided being touched by the thing’s blood, but there were some lingering traces here and there, not enough to burn through her skin, but enough to sting quite a bit. She imagined the humanoid would be experiencing something similar. They would both have to get to the showers to rinse off the corrosive fluid before it did real damage.
As if summoned by her thinking about it, her hunting partner dropped down from the tower of crates he had been standing on, landing with a thud and a grunt of pain. One of his huge arms crossed over his chest, and she saw that the incision Bathory had made earlier was drooping open at one corner. That would need seeing to in a hurry, she thought.
He was looking at her, and while it was impossible to read facial expressions through the mask, or in his case even without the mask, she got the distinct impression he was thinking about something.
“It’s done,” Satsuki said, withdrawing the fibers she had been using to heat Bakuzan and reintegrating them into Junketsu. She meant to say something else, but was so tired she forgot what it was. Stepping around him, she went to make her way back towards the hole in the upper floor, but the humanoid grunted at her and she turned around. He was kneeling beside the dead creature, and as she watched he drew a short, broad-bladed dagger from where it had been belted on his calf.
Lifting up one of the creature’s hands, he sliced off one of its fingers and stood up with a groan. Satsuki had assumed he wanted it as a trophy, but instead he limped over to her, bringing the cut end of the finger, acid blood still visible in its aberrant flesh, toward Satsuki’s forehead. Reflexively, she stepped back.
“What are you doing?” she asked warily. The alien gestured at his own forehead, and after a moment Satsuki saw what he was indicating, a scar, faded now almost to the point of being invisible, that was the same as the mark on his own mask; a curving line with a dot on either side. He held up the finger.
“Trad-ish-on,” he said with difficulty, his hideous mouth struggling with the alien word. Satsuki wondered how he had learned it, and then remembered her own discussion with Mary Jane earlier. For a moment she wasn’t sure what he meant, then the truth of his intentions penetrated her fogged mind.
“Scarification? As a mark of status?” she guessed. The humanoid nodded. “For killing the creature, I see.”
She thought about it for a moment. On the one hand, it would be painful, and she was hardly required to do such a thing. On the other, he had chosen to help them, and had proven extremely valuable in defeating the creature.
If he felt she had earned a mark of distinction, Satsuki would accept it.
Nodding once, she leaned slightly forward, watching as he brought the severed finger to her skin. Almost tenderly he brushed her fringe aside with his free hand, and then the contact was a sharp stab of pain, that worsened into a stinging as he worked, dragging the stump across her skin like a paintbrush. To his credit, he worked quickly, and she was surprised at how light a touch he was using with his improvised tool, careful to only burn the first few layers of skin.
Even then, by the time he withdrew her eyes were watering, and teeth were clenched. As he stepped back, she held up Bakuzan, so she could see her reflection in the black blade. The design on her forehead was not the one on the humanoid’s own forehead or chest plate. That looked almost like an S with dots on either side. Satsuki’s new mark was almost like a stylized vortex. Two lines, one above and one below, curved inward toward an open center.
For a moment she remembered all the times in her life people had told her how good-looking she was, how lucky she was to inherit her mother’s legendary beauty. Satsuki wondered what they would all say if they could see this now, and smiled.
Lowering her sword, she looked back at the hunter. He nodded once, deeply, almost like a bow, and re-sheathed his dagger before unbuckling it and holding it out to her. After a moment, Satsuki took it, accepting the gift.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at him as a thought struck her. “I… I don’t know your name.”
He made a rapid clicking noise that she took to be amusement, and then spoke in his deep, raspy voice.
“Guan-dekna.”
“Does that mean anything in my language?” Satsuki asked, experiencing a strange excitement at the thought she was asking an extraterrestrial being its name. She wasn’t sure if it was just the blood loss, but none of this seemed entirely real. He made another clicking noise, slower this time, in a way that almost sounded thoughtful.
“Night Eyes.”
Satsuki bowed her head, a small smile creasing her cheeks.
“A pleasure. Now,” she coughed, turning around to look at the hole in the ceiling. “Let’s go tell the others of our victory.”
*
Chun-Li was waiting outside the water main room, along with Spinneret and Isabeau. After sealing the creature in, she had listened to the muffled sounds of battle through the door. Talking to the others, she realized that while no one wanted to think about it, they all had to acknowledge the possibility that Satsuki and the alien might fail to kill the creature.
When the room had gone quiet, that dark possibility had become very real.
“What do we do if it comes through the door?” Spinneret asked.
“If it does,” Chun-Li said, “then hopefully it’s used up a lot of its healing energy fighting Satsuki and our new friend, and we can finish the job.” A moment later, she looked at the others and made a decision.
“Get some distance and take up positions around the door,” she said. “Spinneret, on the left; if it comes through the door web it up. Isabeau, you take the right. After it’s immobilized, see if you can shoot it in the mouth or a soft spot or something. I’ll stay here in front and draw its attention.”
Hearing movement beside her, she looked over and found Kyle by her side, assault rifle at the ready.
“You should go,” she said.
“Not happening,” was his only response, his eyes never leaving the door. Chun-Li couldn’t help but smile a little. She should probably try again to send Kyle away, but the truth was she felt a little better with him standing there.
There was a clunk as the door’s locks disengaged, and then it began to rise with a mechanical whine, stopping when the webbing attached to it pulled taut. Chun-Li tensed, and in her peripheral vision, she could see the others bracing themselves as well, fingers slipping onto triggers and hands curling into ready fists.
Then the black blade of Satsuki’s katana swept out under the door, cutting through the webs. Two more slashes and the door was freed, rising up out of the way to reveal her, as well as the humanoid, who was reconnecting the lines to his mask, as though he'd just finished putting it back on. Satsuki looked like she’d been through it; her face was an almost ghostly white beneath her black, sweaty hair, and the bare skin revealed by her peculiar costume was covered in cuts and welts, the bandages over her torso in particular stained with blood. There was a strange, spiral shaped burn on Satsuki’s forehead, just above the gap between her huge eyebrows, but Chun-Li assumed it must have been another wound from the creature’s blood.
Looking past them into the room, Chun-Li could see blood splattered in all directions, red blood that was presumably from Satsuki, fluorescent green blood that looked the same as what was smeared over the humanoid’s chest, and patches of concrete that looked to have been eaten into as though by acid. In particular, there was a large hole in the floor in the middle of the room. However, it was the absence of something that struck her the most; the creature was nowhere to be seen. Did that mean…
“Is it dead?” she finally asked, and Satsuki nodded wearily.
“Yes. Our mission is a success. Well done.”
“Fuck yes,” Kyle said. Spinneret laughed, and Chun-Li only realized how tense she had been when the sudden rush of relief was enough to make her burst out laughing as well. Spinneret cheered, grabbing Chun-Li and Kyle in a brief hug, then ran off towards the common room to tell the others. Without a word Satsuki and the humanoid limped off after her, disappearing into the shower room.
Beside her Kyle was grinning ear to ear, and Chun-Li couldn’t help but do the same, feeling as though a huge weight she’d been carrying had suddenly lifted from her. She wasn’t sure exactly who started it, but they ended up grabbing one another for a tight hug and before she could stop to think about it, she kissed him.
A rush went through her when their lips met, gooseflesh pricking up the back of her neck. She felt Kyle stiffen against her, a small gasp fluttering against her lips. His hand hovered between them, then came to rest on her hip, Chun-Li shivering at the contact.
Then they broke apart, the heady adrenaline rush fading. Kyle’s mouth opened and closed silently, but he was blushing too, seeming unable to look away from her. He laughed awkwardly, grinning shyly at her like a schoolboy. Chun-Li felt about the same, covering her mouth with a hand as she felt herself smiling too, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Then she caught sight of Isabeau over Kyle’s shoulder and her smile began to fade, the Brit looked furious. Chun-Li could only assume this was either about all the emotions on display or, given their earlier interaction outside the storeroom, the fact that she’d just had to watch a Chinese woman kiss a white man.
The fact that Isabeau even cared about that really got under her skin, and Chun-Li turned to face her fully, looking her directly in the eyes, all but daring her to say something.
The moment dragged on, the two women staring at each other for a time, and then Isabeau let out a very audible sigh, shook her head and strutted off in the direction Spinneret had gone, her boots thudding on the floor as she went.
Chun-Li looked back at Kyle, who had turned to watch Isabeau go. He caught her eye.
“She really doesn’t like you, huh?”
Chun-Li scoffed and shook her head, before smiling shyly at Kyle again.
“You wanna go get a drink? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“That sounds great.”
*
Satsuki lay against the wall underneath the showerhead and for the moment just let herself luxuriate under the water. Yes it was cold, and yes the concrete wall was hard and rough against her back, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore.
When they had initially entered the showers, Satsuki had been somewhat puzzled to find Erzsebet in the room. It didn’t really seem like the first place the doctor would want to go, given the circumstances. Moreover, she hadn’t actually been showering or using one of the toilets. Instead, she had been staring into the mirror, examining her face with a careful eye, and seeming upset at whatever minor flaws she had discovered. Satsuki had seen people like that socializing with her mother, rich and powerful men and women so concerned with fighting age that every wrinkle or blemish was like a personal insult. Satsuki hadn’t expected Doctor Báthory to be that kind of person, but either way it was somewhat irritating, given that she and Night Eyes still had stinging traces of acid from the monster on them.
Needless to say, she had encouraged Erzsebet to go elsewhere.
As soon as the doctor was gone and they’d shut the door behind themselves, she’d reverted Junketsu to its uniform state, and then stripped it all off. It was now piled in the corner of the room with Bakuzan laying on top of it, next to the ragged and bloody bandages she’d pulled off her abdomen before going under the water.
The cold spray was soothing on the red-raw, pock-marked burns that covered her belly and ribs, as well as on the shiny red burned spots on the inside of her cleavage. The bandages covering the stub of her ear had survived the fight only to be sodden by the shower, and she’d pulled them off as well. That had hurt. The noise of the shower was strangely flat and distorted in that ear now, and Satsuki was beginning to realise that, barring them encountering a good plastic surgeon in the dead city, it was going to be like this for the rest of her life.
No more bikini photoshoots for me, Mother, she thought with a kind of grim triumph.
The only thing that didn’t hurt was the mark on her forehead, the scar of victory that Night Eyes had given her. The alien had attempted to join her under the shower, only to screech in discomfort as the cold water had hit him, and instead resorted to wiping himself down with a wet towel. She supposed that the temperature of the water must have been much more unpleasant to a cold-blooded lifeform like himself.
How fascinating it was, she thought, that with its horrors this place had brought them into contact with a genuine alien. One actually sentient, unlike Junketsu. She wondered what sorts of things he could tell them, in time, or what else they might find.
“See doctor,” he said, playing what sounded like a recording of human voices out of his mask. Satsuki squinted up at him.
“You want to see the- oh, of course,” she waved her hand at the door. “By all means. I’ll be alright.”
He nodded and tossed the towel aside, making his way to the door. As it opened he looked back and spoke in his actual voice.
“Mei-jadhi.”
Then he was gone. She wondered what he had meant.
Some time later she finally stood up, shut off the water, and began to dry herself. Nakedness was a blessed experience, she thought, carefully dabbing the towel over the raw flesh of her abdomen. Even when Junketsu was in its inert form, she could feel its mind pressing against hers, its desire to devour her flesh and drink her blood. Now that she was distracted by her injuries, it grew bolder, until the alien fibres felt like a hairshirt, coarse and rough against her soft skin.
Free from it, with nothing against her flesh but the air, was such a relief by comparison.
Dry, she picked up the uniform and hung it inside one of the lockers against the fall wall, the eyes on its scarf seeming to bulge in silent fury as she closed the door on it. She wasn’t ready to put it back on again so soon, and knew that she would just have to take it off again when she went to go and get her bandages changed by Báthory.
Retrieving Bakuzan, she went to the door, only for it to open before she could touch the switch. Mary Jane seemed to recoil slightly when she abruptly came face-to-face with the naked young woman on the other side.
“Um,” the redhead said, looking everywhere but at Satsuki’s face. “I was just wanting to see if you were alright, and, uh…”
She seemed unable to avoid looking at the gruesome burns covering Satsuki’s torso.
“Do those hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, sure, uh…”
Her gaze went lower.
“Was there anything else?” Satsuki said, a touch sharply.
“Oh, um, I wanted to ask if you have any ideas what we should do next?”
Satsuki had to restrain a small smile. It was about time people started acknowledging that she did actually know what she was doing.
“I’m going to get my bandages reapplied. Then I’m going to sleep. As for the rest of you…”
She thought for a moment.
“Well, I think this world has more horrors to throw at us yet. It’s time we saw what the rest of this bunker holds, wouldn’t you agree?”
FIN
Well, here we are. End of part one. I think I might give it a while until I start posting part two, Bunkerkampf, here. If anyone is super keen to see the sequel early, however, or just generally has been following this story from the start, I'd appreciate it very much if you'd leave a comment or a review on the forum thread here http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/69143-mortuus-orbis-discussion-thread/ where you can also find an image gallery of what all the characters are supposed to look like.
Thank you for reading.
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